Great Regulars: [Paul Muldoon] distracts us from such unpleasantries,

just as the boy might have steered his disgruntled mother with debate topics.

How naturally the poem ripens at the end. In some ways, she devoured her son, and yet he seems to have tamed her. He exhales her warmth even now. This melding of the generations gives me gooseflesh.

The Windshield

from Mary Karr: The Washington Post: Poet's Choice

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